Thursday, May 22, 2014

Childhood wasteland

I used to bike there
Mostly alone
I can smell it
Humid vegetation and over baked remains of an abandoned strip mine
Still taste the red earth and
Senseless adrenaline of this sacred wasteland 
Hell that raged within, close
Trapped
Feel the demons pulsing, flexing 

Be still

Silent and alone once again

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